I spent an exciting weekend doing or laundry - or at least I tried to do laundry. Everything seemed to be going along smoothly until the spin cycle hit. It sounded as if there was something in the washer trying to get out. I didn't think I had left anything alive in my pants pockets so I figured this meant the machine had died. Of course this didn't constitute an emergency so I had to wait until Monday to call the property management and report this problem.
In typical fashion they couldn't send somebody out on Monday when I was working from home and I had to go to the office on Tuesday so I worked from home again today. The repair man showed up opened the washer door, looked in and said this isn't worth repairing it will be better to replace it. I had thought the same thing when I heard the lovely noises it was making. He then went on to say that when he got the work order he knew it needed to be replaced but he had to come and check it out himself. So now I'm playing the waiting game, the management company has been notified that the unit needs to be replaced and I just have to sit and wait for a response back. If they then decide to replace the unit I have to find more time when I can stay home to let the installers in - I doubt they'll do it on a Saturday.